He stalks towards me with madness and insanity in his eyes and he stops a foot away. His eyes follow the contour of my body. And he decided to eat the forbidden fruit.
He closes the distance between us and his lips touch mine.
We mold together, we mix, we dissolve. All our frustration and confusion of our feelings are felt. We are everything and nothing all at once. His breath is mine, and mine is his. His hands reach for mine, pining them up above my head. He continues to kiss me with a passion so great, I'm sure I will die because of it.
"Putain, pourquoi ai-je attendu si longtemps?" He mumbles against my lips. These are the moments where I regret not taking French in high school. (Why the fuck did I wait so long?)
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Layla Moradi has been protected all her life by her older brothers. That is, until she goes to New York City, to study ballet at NYU with her best friend, Margot. After a fight between the best friends, Margot is found dead. An entire investigation starts, with her and a dark brooding French transfer student, Jean Cartier, are considered as suspects. What will happen to their relationship as the investigation continues?
Elliot's partner was his whole world, but after Allan's death, his ghost haunts Elliot's dreams. Everyone tells Elliot to move on, but he isn't sure he can.
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It's been a year since the love of Elliot's life, Allan, passed away. Everyone thinks he should have recovered after that much time, but Allan still haunts Elliot every night. He struggles to maintain relationships with his family, and despite a coworkers interest he can't summon up the courage to date. Elliot is living for the past, because to live for the present means he'll have to live with a hole in his heart. But the question Elliot has to face chases him through his monotonous days: is mourning Allan with everything he has truly living?
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